Alas for middle age and all its woe!
No longer can I put off exercise,
For extra poundage takes me by surprise
Thanks to Metabolism, my new foe.
The days of chowing down are now a dream,
The happy challenge of all-you-can-eat.
If I don't want to lose sight of my feet,
I must begin a more austere regime.
There's no solution but to change my ways:
Embrace the broccoli, savor celery.
The gym will be a second home to me.
At snack time, upon lettuce I will graze.
Tomorrow I'll adopt my noble plan
So I should eat this ice cream while I can.
~ Tamary Shoemaker
(From a prompt at NaPoWriMo to write a sonnet. You can probably guess what the number in the title means.)